“Rum go, ain’t it, Treg? What do you make of it?”
“Her being still here, you mean?”
“Yes; and the business about her name. For a fortnight she was Her Royal Highness. Then she was Her Highness for three weeks. And for the last three she’s been Countess Vera von Friedenburg!”
“Thistleton gave what appeared to me an admirable reason.”
“I don’t believe he’ll get a sou, not if he offered to endorse the cheque ‘Sarah Smith.’ Is it likely they’d part?” By “they,” I understood him to mean the Court of Boravia.
“I’m sorry for her, then.”
“So am I, and for old Thistleton too. He’s out of pocket, I expect, besides losing his comm. And there she is!”
“The Princess?”
“The Countess, you mean.” His smile was sardonic.
“Yes, there she is,” I agreed, not very hopefully however.